Christmas Spirit_Just My Luck☘_The Lost One_My little game
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Christmas Spirit
Beth. Disappeared when she was 16, braces still on, smile still crooked.Disappeared on the 24th of December, 11:20 pm. The police searched the oily sea, the seething fields, the snaking roads. To no avail.Every year, on 24th December, we hunt for a new clue. Each clue takes us a little closer to understanding what happened that night. And why. This is our Christmas gwww.onedoor.ccame, and these are its rules: Rule 1: Gather the SuspectsThe policeman, why does he go to your old house, and decorate your Christmas tree every year, Beth? Your sisters and brothers (sly smiles and hollow tears), a Christmas pra...
Just My Luck☘
For those who were granted good luck I just wanted to let you know that I envy you. Yes, YOU I envy you. It must feel good when things go your way unintended. Ugh, I wish I could relate but sadly I can not. I've never had the best of luck growing up and I still don't. You think I'm overreacting well let's just say that judgment of yours will change once this story is finished.The earliest story that I can remember when I noticed that I was granted bad luck was in the 7th grade on picture day. Every child remembers those middle school picture days when you wore your favorite style of clothes fo...
The Lost One
Dear little sis a letter from me to you. 60% of people lie every 10 min yet imma spend mine spitting the truth. Millions upon millions of cells compete to create life. Yet you were chosen, alarming us like a brake light.Possibly an August baby, an arrival as slow as Internet Explorer. Love is prime yet deadly when lost like saying no to a proposal. Premonition of death is sudden to crows. Smolder a plank of dreams screaming NO! Love starts when we don't need it and ends when we do. You were mom's little dolphin. Her singing to an angel in the womb.Then God had a plan we weren't aware of. Take ...
My little game
Well, I got caught. They caught me red-handed and now I don’t know what to do at this point in time but before we talk about what I got caught for let me catch you up to speed. My name is Jack Wilson I am 14 years old and was born on June 9th, 2400. Now I didn’t have the greatest childhood. I come from a family full of crime. I know boo who so sad well I’m not talking about robbing candy stores and all the boring stuff because that would be a bad excuse. See my family well we have been known for being a family of hitmen. My father was the best and people still think he's the best-hit man I’m s...